Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.